Name: Megan White

Age: 16-25 (depending on roleplay)

Gender and Pronouns: Girlflux, she/he/they (mostly she/her)

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance: 

Species: Opossum

Personality: She's weird; tends to come off as rude and sarcastic, but really she's just awkward

Likes:  EGGS, slushies, late nights at gas station/convenience stores, blanket cocoons

Dislikes: bright lights, sudden noises

Background: Megan is the unnoticed middle child in a family of 15. In the politest and least offensive sense toward Southern and Western Americans, Casey's family is a group of hillbillies. Her parents were emotionally distant, and it was pretty much an "all for themselves" kind of situation among her siblings. Violence was normal in her household, and other one or several of the children went without food, clothes, or water to bathe.

Extra

Scenario 1: It was evening time, around 7 pm, as you entered the convenience store. Perhaps you were getting medicine, or a drink, craving ice cream, or you needed an ingredient for your dinner. For whatever reason, you were in an empty store at night, shopping under grainy fluorescent lights. There seemed to be only one employee working, a possum staring straight up at the static yellow lights. When you caught her attention but dropped your products on the table, she jumped as if she woke up from a trance and didn't even notice you. She blinked once, rang up your items, and looked back up at you, waiting for you to pay. As you went to do so, she says,

"You smell like dish detergent—do you wanna see how many eggs I can fit into my mouth?"

You?

Scenario 2: A short, sweet, and simple one. You were taking your trash out to the dumpster, and just as you opened the lid, there she was. Scrambling around in the rubbish. She looks up at you as if this were a normal interaction; "Hey."
Perhaps you've known Megan and her weird antics for a while, or perhaps this was an entirely new situation for you.

Either way, you react...?